Rasga-me Por Dentro

It's a crying without feeling pain
It's a pain squeezing the heart
It's a knot in the throat
It's a cry of joy in the song
I prefer to be one of the chosen
In the calvary find my place
I prefer to live reality
And not have to camouflage the lie

Tear me inside out, Lord
Make a move in me, my God
Tear me inside out, Lord
Make a move in me, my God

Tear me inside out, Lord
Make a move in me, my God
Tear me inside out, Lord
Make a move in me, my God

I am weak but I won't give up
My hand will stay on the plow
If I have to suffer, I suffer in silence
Humbled and crying at your altar
I prefer to tear my soul apart
And tell my secret shamelessly
To those who look at me without prejudice
And poured out their love for me.